The Book of Sharks. Rob Carney

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1 The Book of Sharks Rob Carney

2 Executive Editor: Diane Goettel Book and Cover Design: Amy Freels Cover Art: Wave VI by Kazaan Viveiros Copyright 2018 Rob Carney ISBN: All rights reserved. Except for brief quotations in critical articles or reviews, no part of this book may be reproduced in any manner without prior written permission from the publisher: Published 2018 by Black Lawrence Press. Printed in the United States.

3 Contents origins [Before mountains rose from the water] 3 [The oldest carving, though it s yet to be discovered,] 4 [Some say sharks are the ocean s anger at the sun] 5 [The best explanation I know was offered by a boy.] 6 [Divers know sharks share the water,] 7 [Given their name, it should be obvious:] 8 [There is no body called Carcharias we point to in the sky.] 9 gathering [ What do you do for a living? is a complicated question] 13 [Some say sharks are the ocean s anger at us] 14 [Others focus on a different idea] 15 [In the oldest story we know of, sharks came first:] 16 [The best understanding I ve heard was offered by a boy.] 17 [Given their name, it should be obvious] 18 [I m a gatherer of what s been gathered:] 19 reconstructing fragments [The work of a shark is entirely body.] 23 [Spearing a seal means seven families eat] 24 [There must have been keepers of knowledge once] 25 [The man with jaws in his window is the most afraid] 26 [These long-ago scribes would have understood] 27 [Catch a shark in your net, you have to kill it,] 28 [There must have been a Council of Scribes once] 29

4 lessons [Before mountains rose from the ocean] 33 [Some say sharks are the ocean s blueprint for tools,] 34 [In the story once told to warn children, sharks were a curse] 35 [A blacktip, of course, has black-tipped fins,] 37 [The best explanation I know was offered by a boy.] 38 [Wear charms. Try remedies.] 40 [There is no body called Carcharias we look for in the sky.] 41 bones [The cousin of a shark is a manta ray;] 45 [In a story seldom remembered, sharks were ghosts] 46 [Under the first full moon of summer,] 47 [We have one such anchor on display in the museum,] 48 [and they re wrong about the skeletons,] 49 [Spearing a shark means seven days of work ] 50 [The edge of the sea is a teacher ] 51 bonds [My friend told stories that weren t real stories at all] 55 [Another time, it was a clump of fur.] 56 [Or it might be three quick words,] 57 [Wear charms. Try remedies.] 58 [The cousin of a crow is a raven;] 59 [His house was always quiet] 60 [I m not sure he knew it.] 61

5 tides [The work of a shark is entirely body.] 65 [When stars are gathered in a pattern,] 66 [Most of us call the Big Dipper by its name.] 67 [By the sky s count, the land has seven seasons:] 68 [A shark feels movement in the water Seal ] 69 [When his mom died, her photographs passed to my friend;] 70 [I m a gatherer of what s been gathered:] 71 Acknowledgements 73

6 origins

7 Before mountains rose from the water and waves ground cliffs into sand, before rocks rolled down to the shore and became the first seals, before that long-ago morning when a cloud gave birth to seagulls white and gray like their mother, riding the wind before storms taught Thunder to waterfalls and the moon taught Quiet to the snow, before people and questions and the names of constellations there were sharks, a gliding answer orbiting below... their eyes like pieces of the night brought nearer, their teeth indifferent as the stars, their purpose the same as the ocean s purpose: to move, to arrive, to be full. 3

8 The oldest carving, though it s yet to be discovered, is a shark. Their teeth could be spear points. Their teeth could be tools. After bringing back salmon from the river mouth, after cutting the hide from a seal that hide meaning boots through the winter, a blanket somebody stopped to give thanks, or hoped to turn stone into luck, or saw lightning carving the sky, or fashioned an image of the ocean out of love, out of wanting to please someone. With a shark s tooth, he shaped the unknowable into something she could hold, some proof as sleepless as sharks, abundant as rocks. And death came fast enough then that such love probably lasted at least as long as gratitude lasted, and longer than good luck. 4

9 Some say sharks are the ocean s anger at the sun for keeping it caught on a line, on a hook it can t remember biting, so all its swimming is an endless circling back. In their story, the sun is a fisherman, and the center of the sky is a boat, and sharks shot forth from all sudden directions to attack; they ll take anything close enough. Most who hold to this version are collectors, combing the shoreline for teeth or finding them in tide pools by turning over crabs. You ll know them in town by their necklaces and the jagged bracelets they wear, by the way they won t enter the ocean. None of them think their measured streets are nets. 5

10 The best explanation I know was offered by a boy. His father had died, and his mother couldn t hear. He said, Sharks are the ocean s way of talking. Like talking with your hands. I was just a boy then too. We were levering boulders off the cliff point, watching each splash with satisfaction: higher than the surf, spraying halfway back to us. He said, Sometimes we just ignore the ocean, but no one ignores a dorsal fin. He walked ahead, and I followed him to a boulder too big for us to see around. If my dad were alive, he said, he could push this in. 6

11 Divers know sharks share the water, but they dive. It s as close as they ll ever come to flying, and the currents below are more likely to grab and pull down. The rest of us watch. We wonder, How can they do that, step out onto that final edge then leap and just keep dropping? Back in town, they seem ordinary except for the difference in their eyes looking under the surface of everything for rocks, reading each wave of conversation some difference... horizon... an apartness in their eyes. Like it isn t sharks they watch out for. Like it s people who normally attack. 7

12 Given their name, it should be obvious: Blue sharks are blue... even more than you d think, though. I ve seen one rise to the surface, just appear alongside the boat, its long nose out of the water, its eye watching me. It was June. Summer. The glacier was calving into icebergs. The wind had cold spots and warm spots. The water had a shark only four feet long, I d guess, and skinny as a cat, but that shark was the bluest thing I m ever going to see. 8

13 There is no body called Carcharias we point to in the sky. They are not our heaven. We don t pray, Forgive us our trespasses. Few of us praise. But we could if we wanted to. We could draw from star to star, teach a son or a daughter, Those three there together, that s the fin. Now follow my arm to that bright one... the five nearby like a sideways V, they re the tail. It wouldn t take a telescope, wouldn t take a boat, just lifting a finger. And each night we d see that reminder before we went to sleep. 9